Luyện nghe bài hát A Storm of Swords

Yo, serious syllable wordplay, spray
Like a desert blaze, niggaz, where the curb lay
Turn plagen, pretty on a church day
Ya city my committee, tustle where the stay
Smoke inside the cell dirt, tray's are
Old feed kids, have to run the numbers
Damn shame niggaz in my crew can't
You the man, fame, my man frame, champagne
to the wig, Belle', vodka, hit my rib
Corona beers with a of lemon first dig
On an open mic, growl follows, space over
your perimeter, players and prototypes
(High powers) lift through soul, through die shower
Resurrected your spirit, lyrics for top dollars
My squad, holler the loudest, y'all childish
We grown folk here, raw street knowledge

[Chorus 2X: Planetary, Vinnie
Y'all can't touch us, cause we fuckin' around
And y'all can't fuck with us, or else we dem down

Paz]
This rap, cannibal rap that we make
I hate all, hate law and hate
I hate everything you stand for, it's fake
'cause everybody bitin' the gods, a day
I maintain, beef Islamly
my life calmly, like I was Gandhi
Fuckin' with Paz, the one man army
It take a shack and metal to harm me
Come on b, why you trynna to
Why you trynna get ya whole family killed
I'm like a outta Amityville
I'm the motherfuckin' that you had any skill
With ill, crack ya head like when an egg drop
And put you in the leglock
And make ya head bop, cause we the rawest
Vinnie Paz, with my man holdin' me down

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(Vinnie Paz)
Surrender and quit (or let the venomous spit)
Tremendous equip (we off the Hennessy sip)
The weaponry hit (we hit you with the shit)
Only reason you ('cause we at the end of the clip)
The split (young cats must be sick in the brain)
We the vain ('cause of y'all spittin' the same)
We shookin' the flame (and all the chips in ya chain)
We stick to the (ran and inflicted the pain)
The stitches remain (and matter fact, we sonnin' kids)
And after that we up ya son and ya wiz
(We the kids, and puttin' metal slugs in ya wigs)
We stuck in the crib (frozen with gut to the fridge)
We cuttin' ya (Jed Mind stifflin' y'all)
It's from the far (we pointin' fuckin' rifles at y'all
You ain't at all, we provoke the sheisty to brawl)
If y'all sleep, Outerspace, ya jaw

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